[She slips in ten minutes later with a scarf pulled halfway down over her eyes, and the tea in a sports bottle, the kind with a little nozzle. She sits next to his bed, leaning against it, and hands it up.]
[He's basically face down on his bed and completely motionless, because fuck moving at all ever.
As such, moving enough to even accept the bottle seems impossibly difficult, and had it not been for his awesome spider grip, he probably would have dropped it when he finally does convince his arm to function properly and reach out for it.]
[Peter doesn't move for a long time, but then vvvvery slowly is trying to sit up enough so he's not spilling tea all over himself. The last thing he wants right now is to be scalded and sticky.]
So, how come I can eat like a trash compactor and not gain weight but my system decides alcohol is something it needs to punish me for eating?
[They are, even if Peter's resulting slap is pretty pathetic. It's also taking a conscious effort not to stick to Anya's hand, but he manages. Thankfully.]
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As such, moving enough to even accept the bottle seems impossibly difficult, and had it not been for his awesome spider grip, he probably would have dropped it when he finally does convince his arm to function properly and reach out for it.]
Thanks.
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[Mumbled, softly. She nibbles on some of the toast.]
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So, how come I can eat like a trash compactor and not gain weight but my system decides alcohol is something it needs to punish me for eating?
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[She has no further explanation for why this makes sense. Science is hard right now.]
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[Hummingbirds are cool, though. He could probably do worse.]
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[Anya is holding up her hand for the most haphazard high five in history. Cassel taught her these. They're great.]
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What was yours?
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Tasmanian tiger.
I didn't even know what he was, there. Thought I was just some kind of freak, you know? Like maybe I was so crazy, he was deformed.
But he was just...rare.
[Beautiful, and from far away.]
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[He clearly means this as good freaky though.]
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[It's a good memory. In a weird way. But mostly good, and she doesn't have a lot of them from that life.]
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[Which wouldn't even be a consideration between most people and their daemons, but.]
Maybe I just love people sharply in every universe.